Nobles And Misfits Novels & Stories

Nosa was embarrassed, then bowed her head. 'You don't understand what I've fought for us. Then, how long do I have to wait? Is it meaningless at all, myobanan?" said Gladis, making Nosa even more guilty. "Let's just go home, yes. Let's talk about it carefully. It's crowded here. It would be a shame for you." Comfort Nosa trying to calm Gladis. As Nosa knows, that Gladis will not be easily pacified. Gladis is quite impulsive in dealing with emotions.

Gluttony. Sloth. The seven deadly sins. The commoners don’t see this every day because they don’t have a chance to show it. I’ve lived with them my whole life. The nobles in Westineof let them loose and follow every command that they give. They wanted money, they had it, they wanted more, they craved it, then they stole it indirectly. They wanted women; they raped children; they bought slaves like toys and wanted more. They wanted to be the best, so they ruined the others; they wanted what the others have, they believed that the world is a slave to their desires. They got angry when you pointed out their faults and held pride in what they were doing. They didn’t accept it when someone said d

“My name is Ryder Williams, future alpha of the Blue Crescent pack.” My jaw dropped. A future alpha? I’ve been arguing with a future alpha? Oh God, this was bad. Man, I should’ve never wondered if this day could get worse. I tempted Fate, and she answered. Perhaps I deserve to be called Missy Mistake after all. “Oh,” was my brilliant response after a moment of mental scrambling. I tried to remember everything Harry told me about alphas. My gaze lowered and I pulled my shoulders in close to me to seem smaller and less threatening. “I’m sorry… I didn’t mean…”

It was a place designed for intimacy and discretion, far from the prying lenses of the paparazzi who now camped outside their apartment building. They talked about everything but the hospital, the BPD, or the fake engagement. They discussed books—Anna's love for existential philosophy, Dylan's unexpected passion for historical biographies. They argued over music—Anna's preference for classical cello, Dylan's taste for aggressive, early 2000s rock.

Just to prove a point, he had poured hot cheese on some guy just to prove that the whole event was infact filled with snobs. She remembered how the guy had called Marcus dumb telling him that in no way did could he afford to pay for his five hundred dollar suit. The rest of the night went on with her listening to Marcus' stories of how he had encountered a bunch of snobs in the station. The night had surely brought life to her forlorn heart and from Marcus she had learnt that her life wasn't as bad as she claimed.

It all seemed pretty dumb now. She felt so dumb now. She couldn’t believe she had allowed herself to believe in a romanticized version of the arrangement, a version where maybe, just maybe, there could be something more than a mere transaction. And for that thought alone, she felt so foolish now. Deep down, Vinnie knew she understood the nature of this arrangement. It was a business deal, no more and no less. She couldn’t let herself be swayed by emotions or unrealistic hopes. Yet, for a brief moment, she let her imagination run wild and conjure up scenarios that would never turn into a reality.

My heart races as we draw closer to the castle with each passing kilometer. “Imagine the hefty sum we’re going to make tonight, Aria. I can already feel the money dropping into my account. And who knows, maybe I’ll meet my future mate here tonight,” Nicole comments, her voice laden with anticipation. I flash her a smile and shake my head in disbelief. Nobles and commoners don’t mix, especially not humans with lycans or enchatresses. To them, we are incomplete, the scum, merely the workforce keeping this country running.

I desired to rise to greatness through my efforts without relying on anyone else's aid. "I'll persist until you fully comprehend my perspective, Artemis." His voice boomed with anger as he let out a piercing yell. I shut my eyelids tightly, allowing the salty droplets to cascade down my cheeks. *** I find myself back at the club once more. I yearned to relive my past experiences and engage in the activities that once brought me joy. I had a rough time with a group of rowdy boys, and before I knew it, they were urging me to chug a cold beer. I couldn't resist their playful advances and allowed them to wrap their arms around me.

I snapped. “Your face gives it away.” I rolled my eyes. “Great. So I look miserable.” “Yes,” he replied bluntly. “You do.” I glared at him, but he didn’t apologize. Of course not. When the elevator doors opened, I stood frozen in place. The space was nothing short of stunning. Floor-to-ceiling windows offered a panoramic view that looked straight out of a film. The aesthetic featured clean lines, pristine white marble, dark furniture everything was sleek, expensive, and utterly out of reach.

Love, Jordan Cashmere. Your Beautiful Mishap.